Whaleocalypse 039

This is this first ever community contributed edition of whaleocalypse, and boy oh boy am I excited about it! As you may know, a few months ago I open sourced all of my art work, and a few folks have already taken advantage of the freedom to remix whaleocalypse. An edited version of Strip 037 also just recently appeared in the first ever print edition of a local newspaper called New Brunswick Today. I'm very excited about these developments.

Transcript

John: Gold whale! What happened to your body!?
Gold Whale: It is made of a scarce and precious commodity. I sell pieces of it to finance my lifestyle.

John: Why? Couldn't you just get a job?
Gold Whale: I possess only my body and my time - I choose to sell the one I value less.

John: Doesn't it hurt?
Gold Whale: I am made of gold; I have no nerve endings to feel pain.
John: What about your flippers, your organs?
Gold Whale: Nothing is as important as spending my time doing what I love with those I love.